Chai Ze opened the Sword Box, revealing the gold and jade-inlaid Soft Sword within.
“It’s gorgeous!”
At the sight of it, Ying Weiwei’s eyes lit up, and she made no effort to hide her fondness for the Soft Sword.
“A Spirit Grade Lower-Grade Soft Sword… it must be very expensive, right?”
After speaking, Ying Weiwei shot a provocative glance at Mu Fan, who was standing not far away.
“Miss Ying, you flatter me.
For this Soft Sword to sit in the Hundred Weapons Pavilion is like a pearl gathering dust.
For a heaven-blessed prodigy like you to take a fancy to it is to see it finally put to its best use!”
Chai Ze waved his hands dismissively, his expression growing even more sycophantic.
“You praise me too much, Pavilion Master Chai.
In that case, it would be rude of me to refuse.”
Hearing this, the smugness in Ying Weiwei’s eyes intensified.
She hurried forward and put the Soft Sword away.
“I’ll have to trouble Miss Ying to put in a few good words for me with Young Master Feng.”
Seeing this, Chai Ze felt a sense of relief.
‘Now that I’ve latched onto this powerful connection, a meteoric rise is just around the corner!’
He had no desire to be stuck in the Hundred Weapons Pavilion forever!
“But of course.
However, Pavilion Master Chai, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say.”
Ying Weiwei nodded, then her gaze shifted to Mu Fan at the side, a venomous glint flashing in her eyes.
“Please speak freely, Miss Ying.”
Following Ying Weiwei’s line of sight, a thought sparked in Chai Ze’s mind, and he quickly spoke.
“While the Hundred Weapons Pavilion isn’t the most critical place in the sect, it’s still where disciples come to purchase treasures.
I don’t think you should let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry wander in.”
“Oh?
You’re right, Miss Ying.
That was an oversight on our part.”
Chai Ze immediately understood.
It seemed the young man had offended the important person before him.
“Men, throw that person out!”
Without the slightest hesitation—Chai Ze believed he knew how to weigh his priorities—he immediately gave the order to have Mu Fan thrown out.
“Wait!”
However, just as the men beside him were about to step forward, Ying Weiwei stopped them and walked toward Mu Fan once more.
“You piece of trash, do you understand your situation now?
If you kowtow and admit your wrongs, it’s not too late!”
Ying Weiwei’s eyes were filled with venom.
In her view, a piece of trash like Mu Fan should have just obediently stretched out his neck for the slaughter, not jumped up to resist!
“Oh?
Kowtow?
You think a bitch like you is worthy?”
Faced with Ying Weiwei’s relentless provocations, Mu Fan could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.
“You dare call me a bitch! The source of this chapter is g.com.
Mu Fan!
How dare you!
Do you have any idea who I am now?!”
Ying Weiwei had lost all of her previous proud and noble demeanor, her expression and words like those of a shrew.
“Let me tell you, I am Senior Brother Feng’s Daoist partner now!
If you dare to curse me, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
“Heh, Feng Yuan?
Speaking of which, I should thank him for helping me see your venomous true colors.”
A cold sneer tugged at the corner of Mu Fan’s lips.
“But as the saying goes, a bitch for a dog, a love to last forever.
You and Feng Yuan truly are a match made in heaven.”
“You bastard!
You piece of trash!
You worthless piece of filth!”
Mu Fan’s words struck Ying Weiwei’s heart, causing her to lose all composure and curse wildly, drawing frequent glances from the crowd.
“Miss Ying, why lower yourself to this person’s level?
Just leave everything to me.”
Seeing this, Chai Ze quickly stepped forward, holding back Ying Weiwei, who was on the verge of exploding.
“Pavilion Master Chai, let me be clear.
This man is a bitter enemy to both me and Senior Brother Feng.
You must handle this impartially!”
At her words, Ying Weiwei’s eyes narrowed, and she spoke to Chai Ze in a hushed, threatening tone.
“Rest assured.”
Chai Ze nodded.
He might have been hesitant about what methods to use before, but now that he heard the man had also offended Feng Yuan, he no longer had any scruples.
“Brat, a Spirit Tier magic weapon just went missing from my pavilion.
I suspect you have something to do with it.
Now, I order you to hand over everything on your person.
I’m going to inspect it all!”
The moment Chai Ze finished speaking, the pavilion guards at the side stepped forward, ready to make a move on Mu Fan at any moment.
The other onlookers quickly backed away, afraid of getting drawn into the trouble.
“Let’s not even talk about your mere suspicion.
Even if I really did steal the treasure, what gives you the right to order me around like this?”
Seeing this, Mu Fan’s expression turned cold, his eyes filled with suppressed anger as he spoke.
“Right?
In terms of status, Pavilion Master Chai is the deputy pavilion master of the Hundred Weapons Pavilion, while you are nothing but a well-known piece of trash in the sect.
In terms of cultivation, you are merely in the Spirit Absorption Realm, while Pavilion Master Chai entered the Mortal Transcendence Realm long ago.
Tell me, does Pavilion Master Chai have the right or not?”
A cold sneer formed on Ying Weiwei’s lips.
She deliberately raised her voice so that all the onlookers could hear her clearly.
It couldn’t be *him*, could it?”
“That’s Ying Weiwei.
If she’s calling someone trash, then it must be him.”
Sure enough, the surrounding crowd immediately began to whisper amongst themselves, and their gazes toward Mu Fan filled with scorn.
“Heh, it’s one thing to be stupid and not even know it, but to dare steal treasures from the Hundred Weapons Pavilion?
He’s a disgrace to our Taiqing Sect!”
“Exactly!
He’s just like the rumors say—stupid and useless!”
Kicking a man while he’s down has always been a favorite pastime of the masses.
The crowd grew more agitated, each person transforming into a self-righteous crusader, verbally attacking Mu Fan with righteous indignation.
This scene played out before Ying Weiwei’s eyes, instantly washing away her earlier embarrassment.
“How the mighty have fallen, to be bullied by dogs.”
Mu Fan shook his head helplessly, then looked up at Chai Ze.
“I’d like to see just how you plan to frame me today.”
“What are you waiting for?
Seize him and send him to the Hall of Enforcement!”
But Chai Ze just sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.
“Yes, sir!”
At the command, the pavilion guards immediately rushed forward, Spiritual Qi surging around their bodies as they lunged at Mu Fan.
Mu Fan, of course, wouldn’t be captured without a fight.
He also mobilized the Spiritual Qi in his body, and a conflict was about to erupt.
Just then, a somewhat aged voice drifted down from the upper floor.
“What is all this ruckus?
Have you no decorum!”
Hearing the voice, everyone froze and turned in unison to look at Chai Ze.
The others followed the sound and saw an old man dressed in the robes of a Sect Elder slowly descending the stairs.
“Pavilion Master!
This person stole a treasure from the pavilion and refuses to admit it.
I was just about to apprehend him and send him to the Hall of Enforcement.
I didn’t expect to disturb you, Pavilion Master.
It is my failure.
Please punish me.”
Seeing the newcomer, Chai Ze’s heart tightened.
He hurriedly stepped forward to speak first.
This was none other than the current Pavilion Master of the Hundred Weapons Pavilion, Sun Wenmiao.
“Stole a treasure from the pavilion?”
Sun Wenmiao frowned at his words, then looked toward Mu Fan, who was surrounded by the crowd.
“This is the one?”
Sun Wenmiao’s frown deepened.
Although he didn’t recognize Mu Fan, judging by his appearance, he didn’t seem like some petty thief.